From the Inside Flap
This was the first time he'd seen her dressed in a suit. Heed was a casual workplace and she dressed simply in jeans and ts, but today was a dress up day. She wore a dark grey tailored suit, a dress with a jacket and sky high heels that'd changed the height ratio between them when she did her glitter inspection in the car park before they came in. She'd stood so close and looked carefully over every millimetre of his face. It was like a reverse strip tease, the deliberateness of it, more of a heart starter than he needed, and a good thing it happened while Blake was busy taking a call from the office.
She smelled divine, not floral, something sharp and sassy. She had a hunk of twisted silver around her neck and a silver clip in her hair that had the effect of making her look more like rebellion than stuffed corporate shirt. The dress showed off her legs in a way jeans didn't have the guts to. He remembered her legs from that night at her house, but in those heels, sensational. She knew what she was doing, this was a seduction, and he was so hooked it was almost painful. He hadn't wanted to ask how she felt about him. He didn't need to. It was there when she looked at him. Not pity any more, but flirting at the edge of a stronger, deeper connection.
He was sorry he had asked, because now there was no pretending she was simply indulging him and being friendly. And pretending was one of his key capabilities. Pretending got him up in the mornings and sanely into bed at night. Bailey had stripped him of make-believe. She was all too present; all too real.